The Price of Metal
By Jessen Yip
Copyright 2008 – 2013
I frowned. I frowned and grimaced at myself. The reflection in the smudged mirror was supposed to be me, but looked nothing like it. It wasn't me who stared back in that mirror. No, it wasn't me at all. Unblinking mechanical eyes framed by a scuffed bulletproof facial plate stared from the mirror. Sculpted metal limbs covered by synthetic skin served as arms for the monstrosity that looked back at me. New age plastics and alloys were harmoniously combined to armor the whole of the face and head of the beast that stood scowling. The beast was forcing its face to glare at me, but la